Normally, he hated summer. It was hot, uncomfortable, and the storms that came with it made it hard to go anywhere without getting rained on. And late summer, the worst of it, meant school was coming up.
But in that moment, sitting on the shore with Thomas, he loved it. Whatever he had been thinking about, his worries, his problems, they vanished for that short time. He felt like everything was okay, just sitting there resting his head on his shoulder. Even though it wasn't.
Even though he only had six months.
"I love you," said Thomas. "You do know that, right?"
Clayton bit his lip, trying not to cry. Neither of them had ever said it before. He stared out at the water and tried to return to peace but it wasn't working. "I know. And I love you too." He laid back on the sand, staring up at the sky and listening to the waves.
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